Are humans really without saints?
In the stone forest, the great geniuses of the human race lowered their eyebrows and were silent.
A breeze suddenly rose between heaven and earth, blowing from outside the Yaochi.
A few strands of long hair beside his ears slightly brushed his cheeks. Tang Hao sat alone in front of a stone table with a calm expression.
He rolled up his hair with his long fingers. Suddenly, he raised his eyes and stared at the distant sky, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Haha, after waiting for so long, you finally showed up."
Appear? Who showed up?
Li Changqing, who was standing aside, had a flash of doubt in his eyes. The next moment, as if he noticed something, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the horizon.
Fifteen insurmountable true forms of the ancestral king, like magic mountains, surround the periphery of Yaochi, blocking everyone's sight.
But after Tang Hao finished speaking, they turned around at the same time and looked behind them.
The setting sun is like blood, and the earth is desolate.
At this time, the whole world became a little blurry due to the dull and depressing atmosphere, like a piece of white paper that was hazy after being daubed with an oil-and-water pen and then being soaked by rain.
The sunset glow adds to the desolation of the scene.
Sensing that King Zu had turned around, the humans in Yaochi raised their heads stiffly, with confusion in their eyes.
In a daze, a figure in white suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The desolate and empty world here suddenly became vivid because of the appearance of this figure in white.
In the stone forest, Ye Fan also saw this figure.
His lips were trembling, and there were some tears in his eyes.
The majestic Ancestral King’s true form suppresses the hearts of the people, suffocating them beyond words.
You can hear needles dropping up and down in Yaochi, and everyone seems to hear the beating of their own heart.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were squeezing my heart tightly, like it was stuck in my throat.
But all this disappeared after the appearance of the figure in white!
when! ! !
In a dream-like scene, a bell that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time broke all the dead silence!
Although the bells sounded together, they were louder and longer than before, shocking the mind and body of every ancient tribe.
Tang Hao, who felt the change in the surrounding atmosphere, felt a hint of admiration deep in his eyes.
On the horizon, although the white cloth is lonely, it brings a kind of momentum, a kind of momentum that can break all despair as long as it appears, like a mountain holding up the sky!
The ancestors and kings who originally had an indifferent look on their faces had a hint of astonishment flashing in their eyes after seeing the figure on the horizon with the setting sun on its back and dressed in hunting clothes walking towards the Yaochi step by step.
The person who came had a very young face, but the vicissitudes in his eyes and the head of white hair as white as snow all showed that the other person was no longer that young man like the rising sun.
With his feet in the void, his snow-white clothes were even more dazzling under the blood-red sunset in the sky behind him.
Obviously his body is so small, like an ant in front of the ancestor king's true form, but for some reason, everyone feels that the other person seems to be very tall, tall enough to hold up the sky.
"This is...a...saint!"
"A...saint belonging to my human race!"
In the Yaochi, the rickety body of the Barbarian King trembled slightly, and the old tears were flowing unconsciously.
All the people felt a surge of sourness and tears in their eyes.
"This is the saint of my human race!"
Someone fell to his knees, his forehead touching the ground, his voice trembling and choking.
"Who said my human race is unholy?"
Some people roared, their hearts surged, and their frustration and depression dissipated with the wind.
The major human race leaders took to the sky one after another. They were no longer afraid of the fifteen high mountains outside Yaochi, and they rose to a position higher than the ancestor king.
They wanted to pay a big tribute to this saint who could come to Yaochi and support the human race alone!
On the other side, the Emperor's prince looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer, his always aloof expression stagnant.
He felt the extraordinaryness of the other party, and felt the supreme brilliance vaguely emanating from the other party.
Facing this kind of brilliance, even the Ancestral King's aura is dim and far inferior.
"Is this Jiang Taixu, who claims to be the most powerful in the past five thousand years in the Eastern Wilderness?"
In the Yaochi, even Tang Hao, who had seen many peerless figures, could not help but have a hint of brilliance in his eyes at this moment. He had seen more than everyone present.
Jiang Taixu, an amazingly talented human genius in the Beidou Star Region.
He lived a miserable life, but he also lived a heroic life.
He comes from the Jiang family, an ancient family. When he was young four thousand years ago, he used his talent to overwhelm all the descendants of the great imperial families and crush countless geniuses!
That’s right, it’s pushing and crushing!
Countless beings once thought that if Jiang Taixu in white did not die, he would be another supreme emperor who could suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sages!
It's a pity that God is jealous of talents. Jiang Taixu is too dazzling, so dazzling that all the geniuses of his generation are despairing.
Perhaps Cangtian also believed that such an amazing and talented person should not appear. Jiang Taixu suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the world when he was at his most glorious.
No one knows where Jiang Taixu went, whether he was dead or alive.
And it took him four thousand years to disappear!
During the long period of time when Jiang Taixu in white disappeared, batch after batch of geniuses and evildoers emerged from the world.
But until now, no one can surpass the original figure in white.
It was not until later that, after a chance encounter with Ye Fan, Jiang Taixu, who had disappeared in the Eastern Wasteland for four thousand years, finally reappeared in the eyes of the world.
However, at that time, Jiang Taixu was already so weak that he was almost exhausted.
In order to let the God King regain his former supreme glory, the Jiang family, an ancient family, directly protected the law with the ultimate emperor's weapons, hoping that the other party could be reborn in the Hualong Pond.
But the news of the reappearance of the God King spread out at some point. In an instant, countless ancient geniuses who had been stepped on by Jiang Taixu and were now powerful also reappeared!
The major forces in the world did not want the God King to revive, so they also sent strong men from the clan to the Jiang family, hoping to completely annihilate the God King.
In an instant, the once-high-ranking Jiang family suffered countless casualties, and the strongest members of the family fell one after another!
At this critical moment, the God King's lover from four thousand years ago, Fairy Caiyun, appeared and bought him precious time.
Later, with the help of Ye Fan, Jiang Taixu finally regained his former glory, killing all the invading enemies in one fell swoop, and the name of the God King resounded throughout the Eastern Wasteland!
However, in order to save the one she loved, Fairy Caiyun paid the price with her life.
At the last moment of her life, she covered her face with the white clothes of the God King. She just wanted to keep the best part of herself in Jiang Taixu's heart.
Dazzling blood flowers bloomed on the white clothes. Holding the gradually cold body of Fairy Caiyun, Jiang Taixu was extremely emotional, and no one knew the grief in his heart.
The king of gods has returned, but this man has passed away.
Although he has been reborn, Jiang Taixu has already realized that the glory of the world is no longer with the beautiful woman, and the beautiful scenery is empty and empty.
With a desire to die in his heart, he used his own divine blood to cleanse the innate path, cut off Ye Fan's continuous practice against heaven, cut off the origin of his divine body, and saved the descendants of the Jiang family.
Finally, holding the body of Fairy Caiyun, he left the Jiang family with trembling and gray-haired steps, and walked away into the wilderness.
He wanted to be buried with his beloved in an unknown mountain forest.
Everyone thought Jiang Taixu was dead, even Mark.
But what people didn't expect was that not only did he not die, he actually appeared at the gathering of all races!
